"Babe, you did great!" I said to Monte as he picked me up and spun me in a circle hug. "It was 'cause of all the good luck I had, with you right there. And wow, that kiss before I went on stage? Where did that come from?" He asked. He was all sweaty, and I handed him a bottle of water. "Thanks," He said. He downed about half of it in one gulp. "Dang!" I laughed. "Sorry, I was thirsty. Anyways, oh my god, that was amazing." Monte beamed. He picked me up in another sweaty hug. "You're really excited." I smiled. He paused. "Yeah, I know." He breathed. "I'm happy." I laughed. "WHO THE FUCK IS READY TO EAT?!" TJ and Robert shouted. There was a small uproar in the area. Monte picked me up again, put me on his shoulders, and carried me to the curb. "We're all eating together still?" Craig asked. "Yeah," I smiled. "I vote Robert pays for the cab." TJ said, as we all hopped into another cab. "Ah, fuck you guys." He laughed as he climbed in the front seat. I sat in Monte's lap, with my feet on Craig and TJ. "TJ, will you still do my hair?" I asked. "Yes I will. I'm really sorry about getting in your face earlier. I was just really mad. I bet I scared you." "Yeah, just a little." I said, trying not to think about it. "I'm sorry." He laughed. "Yeah, whatever. Can we have a calm dinner though? You guys just finished playing a great show and you look like you're about to fall asleep Craig." I said, smiling. "Yeah,dude." He breathed. "It's fucking hot in this cab and I'm tired. I played hard." He panted. "You did great, Craig." I smiled. "Thanks, kid." He pointed at me, and smiled. "Okay, Robert has decided that we are eating like filthy hispanics at Taco Bell." TJ said. "Hey, brah. Three hispanics in the vehicle. Can we eat somewhere Italian?" Robert said. "Olive Garden!!!" Craig shouted. "How 'bout we let the lady pick?" Monte said. "Nah. This is funny." I laughed. "You suck." TJ said. "Monte's dick." I finished with a wink. "Damn you!" TJ laughed. "You set yourself up for that." I smiled. "Yeahh..." Mike said. "Caitlin, do you pick Olive Garden?" Craig said. "Please pick Olive Garden. I'm HUNGRY AS FUCK." He whined. "Fine, Olive Garden!" I laughed. The cab driver pulled into Olive Garden, and Robert paid him. We all ran in, and the hostess lady asked how many people were with us. After several minutes of jumbled counting, I calmly told her "6" with a smile on my face. "Right this way," She smiled. She was checking out TJ, then Monte. "Back off, sister. They're mine. He's my sister, and this man... " I smiled, reaching for Monte's hand. He grabbed mine in response. He turned to face me. I pecked him on the lips, and he smiled and turned back. She gave me a dirty look and showed us our booth. Craig, Robert, and Michael sat on one side, while Monte, TJ, and I did. I was in the middle. She handed us menus, but Craig handed his back and just asked for a bunch of bread sticks. I did the same. All we all ate was breadsticks, and salad. Robert ate soup, but the rest of us ate salad. Craig took a handful of lettuce and threw it into Robert's soup. Robert fired back with a spoonful of chicken. Craig threw cheese all over, and it landed on TJ and Michael. Michael reacted with onions stuffed in Craig's mouth, and TJ took a bread stick, spit on it, then put it on Craig's plate. He picked it up shortly after everything calmed down and took a huge bite of it. Everybody bursted out laughing, leaving Craig confused. "Dude, I.. Fuckin' spit! On that breadstick!!" TJ said between short breaths and choked laughs. I laughed so hard at Craig's reaction. "It's okay, man. It's okay. The dressing on your salad was produced specially by me," He smiled slyly. TJ's jaw dropped. "Oh shit." Robert and Mike laughed. "Monte, do they do this all the time?" I asked. "Yep. It's always funny though. We get kicked out of a lot of places." He smiled. We were earning dirty looks and giggles from both staff, and customers. "THERE WAS A HAIR IN MY SOUP, DAMMIT CRAIG! I BLAME YOU AND YOUR MANGY, FURRY-ASS EXCUSE OF A NEST YOU CALL HAIR!" Robert shouted. "Golden Goose." I smiled. Robert smiled back. "You got it, kid. EVERYTIME I'M GETTING READY. IT JUST PISSES ME OFF!" Robert started laughing and his hair landed in his soup. "Motherfucker! Look what you did to my beautiful mane, TJ!" He shouted. "The Golden Goose Is On The Fuckin' Loose!" Craig sang. "We are so getting kicked out." I said. The couple next to us was laughing hysterically at our table. "Dude! Look at how long this fucking bread stick is! It's like... The size of my dick!" TJ said, holding it up to my face. I took a bite out of the side. "Oh, Jesus Christ! She bit my weiner!" He shouted. I swallowed it. "Oh, looks like my brother is a swallower!" TJ shouted. "Yes, everybody!" He stood up, pulling me up with him. "This lovely lady is my brother, and I am her lovely assistant, I mean SISTAHH, Thomas! Go ahead! Stare at her freakish lack of a-- Guys, we're being kicked out." TJ said as a worker whipered into his ear. "I'm sorry fellow citizens! I will now leave with my bandmates, and this bootycall we picked up at Starbucks on Aventura! We love you Florida, we are Escape The Fate!" TJ said as he handed money to the waitress. "You're all set, sweetie!" He smiled, and we all left. Some people applauded, but we mostly got laughs and dirty looks. "Bye Olive Garden! I love you!" Craig shouted as we walked out the door. "God, getting kicked out of a resteraunt has never been so fun!" I exclaimed. "That was awesome! I love you guys!" TJ shouted. "I love you brutha!" He said, turning to me. "I love you too, sister! Now gimme a hug, that was awesome." I smiled. I recieved a bear hug from TJ, and then Monte went back to holding my hand. We waited for a cab again, but nobody had any money,so we walked. It really wasn't that far. "Thank you guys for the best couple of days ever!" I smiled as we past Aventura Avenue. "Caitlin, you should come back west with us!" Craig suggested. Wow, that was an offer that never crossed my mind. What should I say?
